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294 Now I know thy promised rest Can compose a troubled mind. You that weary are like me ; Hearken to the gospel call, To the ark for refuge flee, Jesus will receive you all !

Book I. Hymns 45, 69, 82, 83, 84, 96, Book II. Hymn 29.

1 GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea. And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will.

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread, Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace : Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.